Lexy was at the end of her tether. She wiggled in her seat, crossed her legs as tightly as she could manage through the pencil skirt, sat at the edge of her chair, clenched her fist and put on a brave face as she waited for the interviews to start. All other girls seemed so comfortable and pepped up.
The exam was very difficult but more than that her bladder troubled her. It was a 6 hour long exam and it was explicitly mentioned that the girls will not be allowed to use the restrooms till the end of day. The room had no air conditioning and the day was hot. So all the girls had consumed copious amounts of liquid throughout. Lexy was no different - after 1 litre of cold water and another 0.5 litres with breakfast she was bursting. And ever since her first morning pee at 6 she had already been holding for 9 hours at 3pm.
Her name was called out. She started walking towards the interview cabin as normally as possible. She had to stop ample times in her way to prevent herself from wetting. All the other candidates laughed at her dilemma. After a long struggle she finally reached the cabin.
"Welcome Ms. Lexy" a deep husky male voice greeted her - she almost orgasmed to hear that voice. Her interviewer for the day was a commercial pilot named Ritz. He was a 6'6" tall guy, well built muscular, with slight stubble on his face and deep blue eyes. He too was fidgeting every now and then but not as much as Lexy.
Lexy on the other hand was a 6' tall, brunette and extremely skinny. Though her face could give the most beautiful women on the planet a run for their money. Luscious lips, green eyes, rosy cheeks, and a dimpled smile was sure to rob hearts.
Lexy was so frantic that she could not even reply to his greetings. Instead she was so enticed by the nearby chair that she quickly sat in it hoping she would be able to manage through the interview without wetting.
"Apparently Ms. Lexy you are in dire need of using the ladies room. And that is taking a toll on your behaviour. If you noticed - I had NOT asked you to take the chair."
"I . . .I'm sorry Sir. . ." Lexy squeaked and stood again. The pain was too much to bear. And she was unable to stand still. Ritz passed her a glass of water and asked her to keep it on her head without sloshing a drop, keeping her feet apart and hands at back.
Her eyes filled with horror. She was dumbstruck. She felt like running away from the cabin.. She did as asked and held her breath as she tried to stand still and not pee herself. Ritz grinned at her.
"First of all - lets see how much water you consumed during the exam " he flipped through the invigilators observation sheet. "Hmmm. . not much . . Just 1 litre, less than half of what most girls consumed. And you are still fidgeting. . "
"I. . I'm sorry Sir. . "Lexy squeaked again. But little did she know that was just the beginning. For the next one hour Ritz kept firing question. Lexy failed to answer most of them and her composure was becoming unsteady.
"Drink this jug full of water." He commanded.
"But Sir. . .Please allow me to use the washroom and then I can complete the task."
"NOW!"
Lexy didn't have a choice and gulped down the entire water from the jug. Almost 1.5 litres.
"Now dip your left hand fingers in the glass which you kept aside and stand."
Lexy again obeyed his instructions. However her muscles were betraying her, and the additional flood of water being furiously pumped in her bladder did not help her either. More questions and puzzles followed and Lexy miserably failed at all of them.
And right when the clock struck 6, and the chime rang she was so startled that a huge gusher escaped and wet her constrictive pencil skirt. Seeing that Ritz was annoyed.
"Ms.Lexy, I am very dissappointed to say that you are not competent for the job of airhostess on our airlines."
There were tears in her eyes and gathering whatever strength she could she asked with a strained voice., "Sir, this is unfair. I am clearly in need to use the restroom but was not allowed to go. On top of it I was forced to drink more and do tasks which were difficult to be accomplished under the strain given. This is biasing."
Ritz took pity on her and made her sit.
"Miss Lexy, kindly re-read the instructions written in your interview call letter. It says - The candidate will not be allowed to use the restrooms under any condition and might have to undergo tasks especially designed to test the capacity of his/her bladder. This is a mandatory requirement and has been specially legalized through the court. . .
"And now to answer your questions - why I rejected you -
1. because your BMI ratio falls below the recommended health standards and your are underweight. And your body is too skinny which is against the recommended standards prescribed by the airlines. 2. because you do not have enough bladder capacity to hold your waters. Once on board the staff is not allowed to use restrooms throughout the flights some of which can be as long as 36 hours or even more. "
Lexy was in tears. It was her dream job and she was so close to it.
"What should I do to be able to crack this? Its my dream job . . "
Ritz pacified her. "We will be having another recruitment round the next month. I recommend you start working on your body AND train your bladder so that you can at least hold 2 litres for 24 hours. Start training right away. DO NOT PEE before tomorrow. . .I want to have you onboard"
"YOU MAY LEAVE NOW. . . " Lexy inched out of the cabin with mixed feelings and a huge wet patch.
TO BE CONTINUED . .
The exam was very difficult but more than that her bladder troubled her. It was a 6 hour long exam and it was explicitly mentioned that the girls will not be allowed to use the restrooms till the end of day. The room had no air conditioning and the day was hot. So all the girls had consumed copious amounts of liquid throughout. Lexy was no different - after 1 litre of cold water and another 0.5 litres with breakfast she was bursting. And ever since her first morning pee at 6 she had already been holding for 9 hours at 3pm.
Her name was called out. She started walking towards the interview cabin as normally as possible. She had to stop ample times in her way to prevent herself from wetting. All the other candidates laughed at her dilemma. After a long struggle she finally reached the cabin.
"Welcome Ms. Lexy" a deep husky male voice greeted her - she almost orgasmed to hear that voice. Her interviewer for the day was a commercial pilot named Ritz. He was a 6'6" tall guy, well built muscular, with slight stubble on his face and deep blue eyes. He too was fidgeting every now and then but not as much as Lexy.
Lexy on the other hand was a 6' tall, brunette and extremely skinny. Though her face could give the most beautiful women on the planet a run for their money. Luscious lips, green eyes, rosy cheeks, and a dimpled smile was sure to rob hearts.
Lexy was so frantic that she could not even reply to his greetings. Instead she was so enticed by the nearby chair that she quickly sat in it hoping she would be able to manage through the interview without wetting.
"Apparently Ms. Lexy you are in dire need of using the ladies room. And that is taking a toll on your behaviour. If you noticed - I had NOT asked you to take the chair."
"I . . .I'm sorry Sir. . ." Lexy squeaked and stood again. The pain was too much to bear. And she was unable to stand still. Ritz passed her a glass of water and asked her to keep it on her head without sloshing a drop, keeping her feet apart and hands at back.
Her eyes filled with horror. She was dumbstruck. She felt like running away from the cabin.. She did as asked and held her breath as she tried to stand still and not pee herself. Ritz grinned at her.
"First of all - lets see how much water you consumed during the exam " he flipped through the invigilators observation sheet. "Hmmm. . not much . . Just 1 litre, less than half of what most girls consumed. And you are still fidgeting. . "
"I. . I'm sorry Sir. . "Lexy squeaked again. But little did she know that was just the beginning. For the next one hour Ritz kept firing question. Lexy failed to answer most of them and her composure was becoming unsteady.
"Drink this jug full of water." He commanded.
"But Sir. . .Please allow me to use the washroom and then I can complete the task."
"NOW!"
Lexy didn't have a choice and gulped down the entire water from the jug. Almost 1.5 litres.
"Now dip your left hand fingers in the glass which you kept aside and stand."
Lexy again obeyed his instructions. However her muscles were betraying her, and the additional flood of water being furiously pumped in her bladder did not help her either. More questions and puzzles followed and Lexy miserably failed at all of them.
And right when the clock struck 6, and the chime rang she was so startled that a huge gusher escaped and wet her constrictive pencil skirt. Seeing that Ritz was annoyed.
"Ms.Lexy, I am very dissappointed to say that you are not competent for the job of airhostess on our airlines."
There were tears in her eyes and gathering whatever strength she could she asked with a strained voice., "Sir, this is unfair. I am clearly in need to use the restroom but was not allowed to go. On top of it I was forced to drink more and do tasks which were difficult to be accomplished under the strain given. This is biasing."
Ritz took pity on her and made her sit.
"Miss Lexy, kindly re-read the instructions written in your interview call letter. It says - The candidate will not be allowed to use the restrooms under any condition and might have to undergo tasks especially designed to test the capacity of his/her bladder. This is a mandatory requirement and has been specially legalized through the court. . .
"And now to answer your questions - why I rejected you -
1. because your BMI ratio falls below the recommended health standards and your are underweight. And your body is too skinny which is against the recommended standards prescribed by the airlines. 2. because you do not have enough bladder capacity to hold your waters. Once on board the staff is not allowed to use restrooms throughout the flights some of which can be as long as 36 hours or even more. "
Lexy was in tears. It was her dream job and she was so close to it.
"What should I do to be able to crack this? Its my dream job . . "
Ritz pacified her. "We will be having another recruitment round the next month. I recommend you start working on your body AND train your bladder so that you can at least hold 2 litres for 24 hours. Start training right away. DO NOT PEE before tomorrow. . .I want to have you onboard"
"YOU MAY LEAVE NOW. . . " Lexy inched out of the cabin with mixed feelings and a huge wet patch.
TO BE CONTINUED . .
A good start. I'm sure it will drive to a very exciting story.
ReplyDeleteI've always been fascinated by the job of hostess and dreamt about crazy company rules which considered any toilet break as a cause of immediate firing.
Tight clothes, heels and a smile on your face, even after a 22 hours intercontinental flight
Hello there Holdmaster! Good to hear from you after so long :-)
DeleteIndeed, being an air hostess must be a difficult job. And btw - the last line that you mentioned about the intercontinental flight - That just makes me tingle and hard. Rest assured none of them are getting relief any time soon :-)
I have heard that air hostesses have to hold their pee in real life while they're in duty.. what are the other jobs that make girls hold pee? Do you have any ideas about other jobs and causes which make girls hold pee? I am very interested.
ReplyDeleteI am sure they have to hold it in regularly. .
DeleteAs for other jobs. . Cosplayers, TV Anchors, Doctors, Pilots, MOdels, Actresses, Police . .you name it and in every field you will see its not convenient for girls to have somje private time.
Yeah. Dancing girls also have to hold it.. I know a girl who is an oriental dancer and hence holds pee so long during dancing performances , practices and competitions,just due to inability of finding a clean washroom and also due to inconvenience of removing and redressing of complex dancing costumes. I think a full bladder helps a female dancer to dance well and more sexily. Just see. The bladders of most sexy dancers are full !
DeleteYou have got a kinky imagination! Indeed. Imagine the kind of desperation they have to deal with every evening! SEXXXYYYYYYY! :-)
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